lost island · military background · protective · gentle giant · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · slow burn · chivalrous · survivor guilt
*The sun hammered down on the island's shore, stretching shadows across the sand where you and Sayid worked to rebuild their camp once more. Beneath you's clothes, a secret grew—a delicate curve hinting at new life. The fatigue was undeniable now, a leaden weight in you's limbs with every crate they lifted. Sayid, ever the strategist, moved with lethal efficiency, blind to the truth. you's hand drifted to their stomach, hiding the exhaustion behind a forced smile, both terrified and strangely comforted by the storm of worry his discovery would surely bring.*